By: Kira Yalnami

Oooookay…Here’s part six, I think. Please send feedback, I have no idea what I’m doing, except writing some extremely vivid dreams. Weird. Kira. ^_^

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Kyra looked around the circle of the Digidestined, trying not to cry out. She had told them her past, her most guarded secret. Why? She already knew the answer. Vixenamon curled up next to her master. The nightmares were back. Her indigo eyes searched Kyra’s green ones.

“You remember the future, you recall our past. You are the Rememberer. Do not cry.” The little fox reassured her master like one would reassure a small child.

Matt looked deep into the girl’s eyes. He sensed that she knew their darkest secrets, their fears and hopes. Slowly he shook his head, and leaned back.

Tai was shaking in horror. How could anyone hurt this small, frightened girl? He put an arm around her shoulders, and she leaned against him.

Mimi looked almost frightened. Her mind was screaming at her, telling her something. She listened to frantic sounds of her dreams. Her nightmare! In her nightmare, there had been a small child, a girl. She looked like Kyra, younger maybe, but the eyes were the same. Those haunted eyes. Who knew what knowledge they held?

Kari looked at the woman she had met just a few days ago. This was the same calm, composed, and fearless woman? The woman who had greeted her with ancient formality?

T.K. just kept shaking his head in denial. This wasn’t happening.

Jyou edged nearer to the entrance of the cave. This was not good.

Koushiro looked at her, and thought he saw a hint of identity loss. She didn’t know who she was.

Sora muttered to herself, over and over and over again. “It’s okay, It’s okay, It’s okay, They won’t hurt you, you’ll be safe…” there was terror in her dark amber eyes. She seemed to be repeating what someone had told her, and she was still scared.

The Garurumon, The Protector approached. Searching the terrified faces, he saw Sora, trying to reassure herself. He sat near her, and his presence was calming. The terror slowly faded, and she was reduced to sobbing into the wolf’s shaggy coat.

Why can’t it stop? She thought desperately. I’ve been taking the stuff, but it just gets worse. I can’t do this; I’m not the same fearless girl who cared so much anymore. I can’t even take care of myself, let alone them.

Kyra looked up from the floor of the cave and saw Sora…and her thoughts. No! I don’t want to know their pasts! I just want to be alone!

Jyou left the cave, followed by Tai, Kari, T.K., Mimi, and Koushiro.

Matt stayed, and Sora slowly stopped crying.

Kyra looked at her friend.

“You saw it then.” Sora made no attempt to disguise her emotions.

“Would you like to speak of it? Some people say it helps.” Kyra said, in a soft tone.

Sora nodded.

“Okay.”

Matt looked at the two women.

“Would you like me to leave?”

“No, Blue-Eyed-One-of-Sorrow. Your tasks start here.”

Matt turned around; almost stepping on the small fox that had spoken. He had forgotten about Vixenamon.

“What happened?” asked the Garurumon.

Sora took a deep breath, and told her secret to two of her best friends.

“It started when we got back from Digiworld for the first time. I just felt so alone, what with Tai growing bitter, and no one really understanding. I just missed Piyomon at first, but it grew more insistent. I became almost afraid of my own being. I couldn’t sleep; and when I did, I wished I hadn’t.

“The real thing started when I turned about sixteen or seventeen. About the time Tai met you.”

Kyra interrupted.

“We just said hi. I didn’t see him for another five or six years.”

Sora smiled.

“I know. I was just so alone, that I finally - snapped, I guess.

“I had a nervous breakdown. I was in the Hospital for six months, and then when I was released, I was, and still am, on sedatives. The medicine itself wasn’t so bad. I just didn’t want anyone to know. I wrote my Mom and told her that I had been on a new assignment, and that I hadn’t been able to phone or write. She believed me.”

Sora cringed. Here she was, with some old friends, and she was still scared stiff. Well, she thought, I guess they have to find out sooner or later. Better that I tell them myself, I guess.

“My crest was dark for years. I had no feelings. I had killed my emotions, and my heart. Then one day, after a rainstorm, I looked out of my condo, and I saw something amazing.” Sora stopped, wonder written on her features. “It was like a sign. I wasn’t alone anymore. There, on my windowsill, was a little kitten, half starved and bedraggled, and it cried. I took it into my ‘home’ as one would call it, and just held her.

“Yes, her. I named her Pounce. But that name did no justice to her aerial skills, and she renamed herself within a week. She was Kamikaze. You know…she loved onions. She would climb shelves just to get at them. But then she found the garlic, and she didn’t climb the shelves again. She lived on a little dry cat food, and numerous other morsels, which I cooked myself. I was happy.” Sora’s features fell suddenly.

“It was only a month ago. Kamikaze disappeared. Just. Like. That. I found her one day. She had been torn up, it was awful. The little thing…There were bats there…and blood. So very much blood.” Sora paled, and shook her head. “And I couldn’t help. I always have that nightmare now. She’s there, crying for help, and I can’t come near, because I fear the dark side of myself. I couldn’t save her, and she was just a little cat. Her love helped me so much…I didn’t have anything to love before she came home.” She smiled bitterly. “Yes, home. Peculiar word, isn’t it? It was cold and dark. I was alone, so very alone…and then Tai came back. I felt a glimmer of hope, of my old self, when he cared about you, Kyr. It was like having him back for one moment. And I was pulled away from the idea of death once more, just in time.

“Yes, death. Suicide always seems a good way out. But it just keeps destroying everyone, everything. So I didn’t. And it’s almost worth it, waiting for the next hand to be dealt.” Sora hugged her knees, unaware that she was crying. “I guess I still loved them all. Not a strong, emotional bond, but a sisterly love, ya know?” Sora bowed her head. Why was it so hard to tell them? Well, I guess it’s better than being, I don’t know, alone. I just can’t stand being alone.

A voice suddenly came out of nothing.

“Do not worry, Little one. You will never be alone again. They love you. You are as necessary as Hope.” The voice was very low, almost like a mother crooning a distressed infant. “Little ones, Remember. Not just for your sakes. For the sake of the worlds, remember. You are not alone.”

As suddenly as it had appeared, the voice was gone.

“We must be strong. We must fight. We must live.” A strangely choral voice came from Kyra’s throat.

“Agreed.” Came another voice, from Matt’s throat.

Sora stared at the two, beginning to get weirded out again.

“What are you?” she asked, voice trembling. “Oh. My. God.”

Kyra looked at Sora.

“Shhh, Shhh, it’s nothing. I think that I’m an embodied spirit or something…How else would this happen?”

Author’s Note: Sorry. I’ve been reading David Edding’s The Mallorean. I’ll stop, but I love those books.

“I don’t know. All I know is that this is getting weirder then ever!” came Jyou’s voice from the entrance of the cave, sounding slightly panicked.

“Okay. I think that we should get back to the main cave levels. I’ll call for help.” With that, Kyra left with Matt following.

Sora just shuddered and buried herself deeper into the Garurumon’s fur. She was still there, asleep, two hours later when the others were ready to leave.

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Author’s Note: Am I scaring you? I know for sure as hell that I’m scaring myself. Thank you to the brilliant mind that came up with the nervous breakdown thing for Sora. It’s all her doing. I’m not the one you want. People who don’t like freaky things (this includes me) don’t read the next part!

Sora blinked. She wasn’t in the small, quiet cave anymore. She was in a dark room, and there was Piyomon. But it wasn’t Piyomon. Piyomon was kind and sweet, and this digimon was killing a smaller digimon, a Punimon. Sora averted her eyes in disgust and horror. Her nightmare! This was one of them!

“No! Don’t!” she cried, not realizing that she had spoken.

The scene switched. There was Tai, Kyra, Kari, Matt… and all of the digidestined. They were dying, or dead. She ran toward them, and saw something that remained in her mind indelibly for the rest of her life. The digimon were eating their partners. Tai, Matt, and Kyra were still alive, but not for much longer…She ran forward and cried her fury to any that would hear.

“This must stop. This must end. This is wrong. They’re my friends. They can’t die…I’ll be alone…Don’t leave me alone! Please! I’ll be good. Just don’t leave me alone.” Her voice softened to a whisper, a cry of a small child.

Tai looked at her, an agonized expression on his face.

“Help…us…” he managed to whisper, as Augumon bit again into him, and chewed with relish.

Kyra cried out as all of the resurrected digimon bit and clawed her again and again, and there was so much blood…so very much blood. Piyomon stepped forward.

“Good. You’re late, and I’m hungry.” Her normally blue eyes were red with insanity. She reached out, clawing at her partner. Her talons slashed Sora’s wrist, and blood began to flow.

“No. This isn’t happening…” Sora muttered, pulling her injured arm closer to try and stop the bleeding. She ran toward Tai and Matt, avoiding her crazed digimon.

As she neared to two men, their digimon looked up, their faces blank. She pulled her injured arm free from her side. She flung blood in the opposite direction. The blood-crazed digimon followed the fresh scent, and she ran to Matt and Tai, her expression unreadable. Pulling bandages out of her medikit, she stanched the worst of the wounds. It was too late for Kyra. Too much blood loss.

“That won’t help, you know. They’re too far gone.” Came the gleeful voice from the shadows. It grinned evilly.

“You.” Sora said, anger and fear showing in her voice. The shadow smiled, gloating over its victory.

“Yes. Me. And I intend to kill you all. It’s only a matter of time, my dear.” He vanished.

Sora started to cry, a quiet soft sound of enormous loss.

‘No…don’t cry…” came the weak voice of Matt. He reached up and wiped a tear off of her cheek.

Tai nodded.

“You did your best…” Matt’s weak voice trailed off, as he and Tai died. Sora cried out.

“No! You can’t die on me! Don’t leave me alone!” she was reduced to tears.

“Please…I’ll be good…don’t leave me alone…” her voice lowered into a whisper, and she began to cry hysterically. The digimon stared at her, eyes still glazed red.

“Sora. You can make them live. Use your power.” Came a ghostly voice. Sora whirled about, trying to see the woman speaking. Yes, woman. It was definitely female.

“Who are you?” she asked, suddenly not so alone.

“You don’t need to know…Use your power Sora. You know it’s there. Let your Love speak for you.”

“I… I don’t understand.”

“Try.”

Sora straightened up and ceased trembling at these words.

“Tell me what to do.” She pleaded. This was all she had left.

The being smiled to itself. Then it spoke.

“You must let your Love speak for you. Let your power free. Don’t fear the Darkness, Sora. It is only the opposite of Light. You must choose. Try to remember your power. It will be crucial.”

Sora nodded. Taking the hands of her now-dead friends, she called for the Love she had buried long ago.

“I call upon the ancient Love that has bound us together. I call for the faith I have long buried deep in my soul.” She paused, gathering her strength. “ Love. Live.” Those two little words were filled with a deep and bottomless love, a love of centuries and millennia. A Love too strong to die. To call them back from death’s door.

Sora placed a spark of her life into each digidestined, gently fanned it, and watched as it glowed and took hold of the spirit. She watched, bemused, as the healing took place.

Wounds healed.

Eyelids fluttered.

The digimons eyes slowly turned to their normal azure color.

Hearts started to beat anew.

The Love had found the way.

Sora woke up, gasping.

“Sora? Is something wrong?” asked Piyomon sleepily.

“No. Go back to sleep.”

Piyomon turned over and was out like a light.

Sora lay looking at the stars painted on the ceiling of the cave. They were so far away…so distant…

She drifted back into a troubled sleep.

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Okay…call the insane asylum. I’m ready. Man, I am getting disturbing. If you don’t like blood, don’t read these! I didn’t think that this would happen. I need out.

See you in the physco ward!

~ Kira Yalnami (Demented fanfic writer at large. Wanted, preferably dead. Large reward.) ^_^

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